It’s an action some encourage and others dissuade. Since the day I was born, fighting has been instilled into my mind. Regardless of your opinion, it’s something we all do. At some point in time, consciously or subconsciously—either emotionally, physically, or spiritually—we struggle. Many will strive to withstand their battles, but only those who were born to fight will overcome them.
A true fighter lacks weakness. They abstain from carelessness and refrain from trusting their opponents, but most importantly, they never accept defeat.
“Madisyn?” He draws in a sharp breath.
He closes his eyes and says, “I’m trying my best not to kiss you.”
Without hesitation, I tell him, “Don’t.”
His voice is moderately alarmed when he asks, “Don’t what?”
I lift my glove-covered hand and place it atop of his. “Don’t try not to kiss me.”
I should be ashamed of myself for making out with a guy I hardly know, but I’m not. I should tear my lips from his and stop this craziness here and now, but I won’t.
The kiss is fierce, passionate, all-consuming, and it sends a fiery sensation coursing through my veins. Blaze’s kiss breathes life, and in this moment, lost in his kiss, I am alive.
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